The Log Ride and Only Child Syndrome

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By Marilyn Lee

My mother never liked heights…or any amusement park type rides for that matter. Because of this, I grew up thinking that I didn’t either. On ninth grade Lagoon day, I was dragged onto my first roller coaster and loved it. I believe this is where my adventurous spirit was born. Since I realized that thrill rides were a fantastic way to spend time, my mother, being the good sport she is, decided to take me to Lagoon the same summer I discovered my inner thrill seeker.

We got to Lagoon and went on a few not-tall, non-loopy rides for her enjoyment. However, my soul thirsted for more adventure. On our way to Rattlesnake Rapids, a pretty calm water ride, I saw an awesome ride opportunity. A ride called the Log Flume begged for my attention. I asked my mom if she wanted to go. She declined because it went too high up. No matter, I would just go by myself. I traipsed right over and got in line. I was unaware that it was two to a seat. I awkwardly stood there while the ride attendant asked the other line-waiters if anyone wanted to accompany me. A nice twenty-something man was kind enough to help a sista out. I awkwardly sat in front of him on the seat and enjoyed the exciting Log Flume Ride.

There’s lots of statistics and stereotypes about only children. Especially being an only child with a single parent. They aren’t always uplifting and often mention “only child syndrome”. This syndrome commonly refers to only children being bratty, selfish, and spoiled among many other glamorous personality traits. However, after years of being an only child, I have developed my own theory and definition of my personal only child syndrome. The story above is an example of my only child syndrome. I pinpoint this experience as my growing-up realization that as an only child, independence comes naturally and if I want something done, I don’t need to rely on anyone but myself to get it done. If I desire an outcome, an experience, or an emotion I am not going to wait for anyone else to join me if they don’t want to. I will do it alone and I will love it. Life is meant to be lived and sometimes, no one wants to experience what you want to. Will this stop me? No way.

Another only child syndrome symptom I believe I have is relationship bonding and because I never had a legit sibling bond, I grow really attached to my friends and create everlasting bonds with them. Not in a creepy way, but in a family kind of way. I also like to have lot of friends to compensate for my lack of sibling-ness. I love to be around others. I love to meet people. Growing up with a wonderful yet introverted mother, I had to often step out of my shell to create smooth conversations with store clerks or waiters. Because of this, I have become outgoing and find it pretty easy to strike up conversations with strangers. Don’t get me wrong, alone time is also something I yearn for seeing as that is what I grew up with, but there’s only so much alone time I can handle before I crave conversation with others.

This post was not meant to be a bragging outlet for me. This was to alert those who may stereotype us only children that sometimes, statistics are wrong. I love being an only child with a single mother. I would not have my life any other way. I am who I am because of it. I truly believe that the traits I exhibit are because of the only child circumstances in my life. And frankly, I’m proud to have only child syndrome.

Take a deep breath and jump

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By Nancy Lee

When I first considered going back to school, I was hesitant to go to BYU Idaho because I was older. (At the time, I was 26 maybe 27).  I also didn’t think there would be any way to afford to go back and there would be very few job opportunities. I liked having money and I really liked my jobs so I thought I would take an introduction to teaching class at the U so I could still continue to work.  But something didn’t feel right. Although I got an A in the class, I realized

I needed to go back to school full time! The setback was the U was too expensive to go full time.   I had many friends (tender mercies) telling me I should go to BYU Idaho.  I finally decided to apply and if I don’t get accepted, then that will be my answer I shouldn’t go. When I was accepted, I had all kinds of emotions going on at once. I was scared, I was excited, I was flattered.  I was also wishing that I wasn’t accepted, so I wouldn’t have to worry about leaving my jobs.   Little did I know, they accept everyone and their dog.  However, it has been the greatest decision I ever made.  I was really afraid to go back because I was feeling so self-conscious about my age.  But it hasn’t been that big of a deal so far.  People are actually surprised when I tell them my age. A lot of reaction such as, “You do not look like you are thirty!” “I would have never guessed.” My favorite one is, “You look great! I hope I look like you when I am your age.” Why thank you.

Being older also has some advantages.  People take you more seriously and you take school more seriously. I have learned a lot while at school and look forward to teaching my future students, implementing different lesson plans in my classroom.

I have met some awesome people there who have been tender mercies and became really good friends in my life. They have been like my second family, encouraging and inspiring me to keep going. I just finished my second year and have seven more months to go.  However, when I go back this year, I will be 31.  This could be a little more interesting since I will be over the age limit.  It also means I will probably have to find an older ward.  I have met a few other people my age and they have heard that there is an older ward; we just have to find out where.  Seven more months of being a nontraditional college student. It has gone by really fast. I am really going to miss BYU Idaho, but it is time to move on.

Father’s Day

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By Leslie Rasmussen

Whenever I hear my friends talk about their great fathers and how much they bless their lives, I get jealous.  It is times like this that I feel a great void in my life.  It is hard to be in Sacrament meeting (weekly worship service) on Father’s Day listening to people go on about how their fathers are great examples of service and love when my father is an example of evil.

I grew up in a home where my father took us to church every week.  My father fulfilled church callings (assignments).  I remember him giving talks and sharing his testimony of Jesus Christ in Sacrament Meeting from time to time.  And when he did he would get teary-eyed at the pulpit.  He went hometeaching (monthly visits to families assigned to the hometeacher) and was always happy to lend a helping hand.  Everyone who knew him liked him; including the various Bishops and Stake Presidency members (church leaders) we had over the years.  But in our home everything was different.  Our home was a home of fear, abuse and heartache.  All of which was created by my father.  He abused his children physically, emotionally and sexually.  What do you think my first impressions of the Priesthood were?  I thought it was a Good Old Boys Club.  I thought that all Priesthood holders were similar to my dad.  Helpful and kind on the outside, but behind the scenes, selfish and destructive.  But the Lord with His tender mercies and generous grace set out to teach me what the Priesthood is truly about.

One of the first experiences that taught me the true nature of the Priesthood was when I heard a talk given by President Benson (13th President of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints).  I don’t remember the talk or exactly what he said, but I remember the Spirit in which I felt.  I felt President Benson’s sincerity and gentleness.  I even felt his love.  I knew that President Benson was a true messenger of Heavenly Father.

Another experience I had was when I was a teenager.  My mother was in intensive care at LDS Hospital.  I received a call to get there as soon as I could.  When I walked into the private waiting room, the entire Bishopric was there with my family.  By the look on the Bishop’s face, I knew that my mother had died.  But what is more remarkable, was the genuine love I felt from all of these Priesthood leaders.  They were concerned about me.  They showed compassion toward me.  I felt the Christ-like charity from each of them.

When I served as a missionary in the Texas Dallas Mission my President was Paul Hanks.  He and his wife showed me so much love and kindness that I literally had, up to that point, never felt so loved in my life.

Another testimony to the Priesthood that I have experienced many times has come from various Bishops and other Priesthood leaders.  Whenever I have sat in their offices for whatever reasons, I have felt nothing but love and compassion.  Many have served me with loving counsel and Priesthood blessings.  They all have different personalities and different ways of doing the Lord’s business, but their love and commitment is always the same.

All of these experiences led me to the decision to marry a truly worthy Priesthood holder.  Chris and I have been married for almost 14 years.  I can say without a doubt that they have been the best years of my life.  Because Chris has been genuinely worthy to hold the Priesthood, my life has been greatly blessed.  He has given me priesthood blessings countless times when things have been tough or when I have been struggling.  He has set an example to my boys and my daughter on how a righteous Priesthood holder should conduct himself in public and in private.  He has created a home of peace and love.  A home where there is a lot of scripture study and prayer.  Most importantly he has made our home a safe place for all who live there as well as all who visit.  I know how important these blessings are.  I will never take them for granted.  I am so grateful that Heavenly Father has blessed me.  I was blessed in times of trial during my childhood, and I am blessed now in times of peace.

I am also very grateful for the righteous men that have served as Bishopric members, scout leaders, YM leaders and primary teachers to my boys.  I know that much time is required for these callings.  And this is time away from their families.  But because of their sacrifice, my sons are learning how to be righteous men.  My sons are lucky to have a valiant father to be their first teacher on such things, but in addition to that, when they are at church or scouts I know that they are being further influenced by worthy priesthood leaders.  For these blessings I am very grateful.

Oh, how the Lord has blessed me with so many blessings from the Priesthood!  I know that it is truly the Lord’s power here on earth.  I know that it is sacred.  I know that Heavenly Father has given it to us so we can return to live with Him.

I would like to close with one last thought.  When Heavenly Father sent us to earth with free agency, He knew that we would have the ability to hurt each other.  Sometimes we hurt each other with small offenses and sometimes with BIG ONES!  So Heavenly Father sent Jesus Christ to Atone for us.  We know that with repentance through the Atonement that the sinner can be made whole.  But what about the person that gets hurt?  I am here to tell you that the Atonement not only provides complete healing and restitution, from the heartaches inflicted by others, but there are always extra blessings too.  If there is something that you are suffering from, I encourage you to take advantage of the Atonement.  And if you are having a hard time navigating this path, go see the Bishop.  He will help. This is one of the many roles of our Priesthood leaders.  And I am very grateful for all of the Priesthood leaders along the way that have helped me get to where I am.

A Poem by Tomie

I have to explain today’s silly verse.  It was actually written by my grandma – Margaret Thomasine Sneddon – who went by Tomie [sic] (1924-1966).  Isn’t that a cool nickname?  I love it.  My grandma died 7 years before I was born.  So all I have to get to know her are pictures and a few poems my mom gathered.  I am sharing my favorite poem of hers.  I think her and I would have shared many laughs together if given the chance.  And now I know, I come by my dorkiness honestly.

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